Style / Embankment

posted on July 8, 2015

I’m nowhere near as lazy about walking when I can do it with my camera, slowly, especially with a friend. So the first week I spent in London last year involved some long-ass walks. I’m not sure which was the longest; our first day there, Annemari and I took a while to find — after, let’s be real, probably getting lost — the building Ashley was living in at the time, and I basically got a full view of Marylebone right there… and a fair share of Fitzrovia. The last Sunday, we covered a ridiculous amount of ground, between Regent’s Park and Baker Street and the one successful flat viewing of the week (it was Benji and Mindy and the chihuahua, wasn’t it?).

Today, I’m showing you what I wore on Wednesday — yes, this is April 30, 2014, but let’s be real, I still wear this shit on a regular basis. (Except the jeans, which I only wear if I’m going to be photographed. They’re too thin. Too much like leggings.)

Essentially, I am stalling while I figure out what each main point of our walk was, because quite frankly I’m fuzzy on the details of the whole first bit. Let me just…

Holy god. That was a long-ass walk. I didn’t realize St Paul’s Cathedral was that far out there! Well, we were there to meet Ash, but we missed her, and so I decided I wanted to see the Tate Britain. It’s a thing. I planned my first trip to London — in 2007 — around a Millais exhibition. I’m a walking cliché, but that’s my favorite museum in London, in terms of the art inside. (Favorite building is the Royal Academy; I couldn’t tell you why.)

So I stopped at a Waterstones to use their WiFi on my tablet — I didn’t have a phone plan back then — and figure out how to get there. Or rather, how to get to the river. From there I was pretty confident of my ability to keep walking until I saw Vauxhall Bridge.

And then we walked. For EVER.

It was brilliant, and this is an outfit post and therefore just a taste of the truly outrageous amount of photos I took that day.

Feel free to anyway, this heat is so bad it owes me a million apologies (and to go away and never contact me again). 32 degrees at 11 PM, man, what the fuck. The whole week has highs of 38-41. I have got to start getting up earlier to catch the two hours of morning there’s a proper breeze under/around 30.

They’re my favorite types of walk. :) And ugh yes, my mom kept saying that through my year in London – “yeah you look happy but you don’t look as happy as you did when Annemari was there!” Which is the TRUTH. Because London is best shared with people you love. :3